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“I’ll do it, boss,” Hades, the one with the black hair, black eyes and double pierced lips says, licking said lips at the prospectof violence. I hold his stare. I’m not afraid of him.Bring it,my eyes say.
He doesn’t hold back, swinging his fist at me and connecting to my temple so hard I see stars, and blood trickles from a cut his pinky ring has made above my eyebrow. I grit my teeth against the pain. Motherfucker.
“Again,” I grind out, raising my chin.
“That’s probably enough,” the normal looking one, Apollo, says, sounding bemused.
“Let’s not chance it. Aim for the lip this time,” Zeus drawls in a bored tone.
Hades hits me again, and I take pleasure in spitting the blood at him. He’s lucky my men are dead, or he’d be six feet under for that.
“Let’s do this.” Zeus hands me a gun which I hide in the waistband of my leggings, before turning around and offering them my hands to bind.
Axel’s father has been hunting for me, so it’s perfect that The Gods are on his payroll to bring me to him. They get me inside, and he never suspects he’s been double crossed.
Zeus exits the limo and makes his way to the front door. It’s the middle of the fucking night and he just marches right up there like he fucking owns the place.
Hades and Ares drag me out of the car and frogmarch me along right behind him, with Apollo bringing up the rear, a gun trained on my back for appearances’ sake.
Zeus doesn’t knock. He lets himself into the grand foyer, taking a right and heading straight for Mr Abbot’s study. He does knock on that door at least, and I swallow hard when the voice inside calls for us to enter.
His smile is serpentine when he sees me being dragged in, dishevelled, beaten and bleeding.
“Doe,” he says amicably, as though he didn’t have a bounty out on my head.
“It’s Odile,” I tell him, wrenching myself free of Hades’ grip and spitting blood on the rug. “The games are over.”
Mr. Abbot’s face contorts in surprise – possibly at my headstrong attitude – but he quickly recovers, his jovial demeanour morphing into a predatory grin. “Well, well, Odile,” he sneers, leaning back in his leather chair. “I must say, I didn’t expect you to come so willingly.”
I stand my ground, defiance burning in my eyes as I meet his gaze. “Don’t mistake my presence here for surrender. I’m here to settle a score.”
He chuckles, the sound dripping with arrogance. “And how do you propose to do that? You’re outnumbered and outmatched.”
My hand tightens around the gun concealed in the waistband of my leggings. The cold metal against my skin, a reminder of the power I still possess. “I’m not surprised that you’ve not looked out of the window tonight, but if you had, you’d see that the moon looks like it’s burning. I managed to take care of The General,outnumberedand outmatched, as you say.”
Mr. Abbot’s smile fades, replaced by a look of shock. “You killed The General? How did you do that?”
I let out a bitter laugh, my eyes never leaving his. “You never should have underestimated me. I’ve survived everything you’ve ever taken from me, everything you’ve thrown at me, and everything you’ve ever done to me. You forged me in fire and made me stronger, so it shouldn’t come as a surprise to you that I’ve managed to bring your empire to its knees.”
“What are you talking about? My empire is intact, as it always was.”
“Tonight, The General’s dead, and I killed Mr Kelly the night before the ceremony. Your only son and heir is gone so there’sno legacy, and his daughter is in the wind. In trying to take everything from me, you’ve spun a web of your own.”
As the tension in the room intensifies, I know that time is of the essence, but I still have some truths that need revealing.
“I own you, Doe,” he growls. “You and that bastard kid of yours. She may be in the wind now, but she won’t stay that way forever.”
“You own nothing.”
“The rules of the games say?—”
“That the doe belongs to the winner of the games, her husband, or the father of his children if she is pregnant. I know. I also know why you did it.”
“Why I did what?”
“All of it. I know why you killed my mum.You,not The General. Why you targeted me in the first place. Why you wanted Axel to be Rose’s father so badly when it wasn’t you.I know who I am.”
His face pales. “You can’t.”
